Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul

Stop all this weeping, swallow your pride/ You will not die, its not poison -Tombstone Blues

Having hits buries a singer in the past. A lot of singers hide in the past because it's safer back there. If you've ever heard today's country music, you'll know what I'm talking about.

I consider myself a poet first and a musician second. I live like a poet and I'll die like a poet.

What kind of alchemy could create a perfume that would make a reaction to a person lukewarm, indifferent and apathetic?If such a scent could be made I'd like some.

A poem is a naked person.

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.